I had a dream that I was a soldier operating a tank and fighting on a beautiful grass field with bright blue sky. Next thing I know im standing on this long narrow stone footpath/bridge, that appeared to be hovering in the air/space. My surroundings seem to be dark and purple, its as if im surrounded by… Dont know how to describe it, black fog? Black mist, but i can see clearly. I then noticed the people lined up infront of me, if I had to describe what they looked like, i would say they looked like shadows, they had no face and moved in a gloomy manner, slowly towards what looks like a pitch black portal at the end of the footpath. I remember feeling that, i cant go through that portal no matter what, this cant be it. I jumped off the footpath to my right, and landed on another footpath that i couldnt see before. Infront of me there was this portal of light. It was so bright. I looked up to the other footpath, the shadows slowly walking to their doom, accepting their fate, it was clear now that this light infront of me was my second chance. I step into the light and i wake from my dream.
I think if i overcome my love for fighting i can reach enlightenment. But fighting, the art of combat, means everything to me. Did i make a mistake steping into the light if it meant i will lose all the things that made me, me? Did the shadows embrace the dark because they too had things they couldnt let go? How many times have i stepped into the light?
